The desert

The desert

Tired and numb but because I am living fully again,Working hard but playing harder and loving hardest,A mirage on the horizon are so many of my dreams,The heat haze melting what is left

Made one

Made one

This is a poem I wrote a while back it was inspired when I heard of a girl in Burma being taken and horrible things done to her.The bruised soul in the battered

A bit of an outpouring

A bit of an outpouring

I have allowed my heart to be hardened and my eyes to become blurred by a protective antipathy. I have struggled to read scripture and even more to meditate on what lay within

Healing

Healing

Anger burned my heart unforgiveness leached my soul of love,Betrayal, rejection almost as if human heart were not designed for such,But light there always is searching out consuming the darkness in me,Simple words

The loved hypocrite

The loved hypocrite

A plank of wood in my oh so piercing eye,I can spot a sawdust speck from a mile,I could look to Father to take me up high,A tough patch turns me down takes

The good, the bad, the ugly

The good, the bad, the ugly

I wrote a short poem called “I saw Jesus a walking” and I met up with the same guy (Andy) a week later.He was saying how he was no good to society and